Soon Flynn felt Alyson playing with his fingers. He wiggled them back at her playfully. She asked his age, quickly adding that it didn't matter to her. He cleared his throat, wondering if he should tell her his real age. He could tell she was very young in age, but was matured by the life she had to lead. 'Well." Flynn started. "I'm thirty, one." He had to think a little about it. He never never really kept up with birthdays. As he had no one to celebrate them with. "Hopefully that doesn't make me too old to...hang around with." Flynn cursed at himself. Hang around with, really? "I mean, well." He tried to recover. "You know what I mean."

As she shifted under the covers she backed up into his chest and lap. Flynn let out a small exhale of breath at how good her warm body felt against his. She seemed a little embarrassed and tried to put some space between them. She apologized and said goodnight. He could tell through her fidgeting she wasn't going to sleep right away. "It's alright." Flynn said. Desperately trying to keep himself calm. He could tell that they both were a bit nervous. Especially after that kiss. He thought about it and smiled. Deciding to try and alleviate any nervousness, Flynn decided to make a move. He took his arm that was under her head and pulled it towards him. Doing this pulled Alyson's head and back right up against him. It left a small gap between her butt and his lap. "There." Flynn chuckled. "Now it's over. We're touching."

Without thinking he kissed the back of her neck as he adjusted his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes again. He wasn't tired, but when he closed his eyes he felt a little more calm and relaxed about the whole situation. Honestly, Flynn hadn't slept with that many woman. He had his fair share, but it was usually after a great many drinks and, if he was honest with himself, he didn't really care about them. He genuinely cared for Alyson. So he was aware more of his actions and didn't want to do anything to upset her.